Fitting In Inspiration
Morning Thoughts #229
When we limit, cut off, and disconnect from the immediate distractions surrounding us, we open ourselves to receiving transmissions from a greater distance. The God of the stars, the spirit of nature, is always speaking, but too often, the noise and light pollution of our daily lives dilute—and even mute—these messages. The incessant pull of the day-to-day—the leaning in ever closer to what is already sufficiently loud—drowns out the fainter and more universal truths. The deeper these truths are, naturally, the less their voice is raised.
Be that as it may, such truths are speaking—always speaking—and here’s what’s truly wonderful: all it takes is hearing the words to know they are meant for you. That’s the sheer beauty of universality! Oh, but so much stop-and-go consciousness assails us! Our good reception depends on periodically setting up personal telescopes of focus on some darkened ridge, creating the stillness needed to receive these greater transmissions.
That darkened ridge may take the form of an hour of silence, a long walk, absorption in a book—really, any kind of deliberate disengagement from the more shallow immediacies of life. There is always something close at hand vying for our attention, demanding our presence. Yet, some days, we must keep our calendars clear, if only to remain available should a messenger from afar arrive. Inspiration does not operate on a fixed schedule; its ETA cannot be calculated. Woe to those who have not blocked off any time when it drops by.